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HAI :D so! I haven't written anything for about a year now, and I apologize for that, but writer's block and all that crap, you know it. Anyways, new story! yay! it just came out of nowhere and I thought I'd try to write it, I had to get through the block now, right? So, here's a new story, co-written with a friend of mine, Dee, who has been a great help to me and I'm really grateful for that! (say hi to her) and she is my Beta, and she's awesome at that ^_^

Summary: Sam Winchester is embarking on his college experience. When an opportunity to take on extra classes presents itself, he jumps at the chance. But is it because of a new love of literature, or because his new Lit professor is sinfully gorgeous?

Warning: male/male. slash. teacher!Lucifer, student!Sam. Major character death...

Pairings: Sam/Lucifer, Dean/Cas.

Cover photo: You can find the link to my profile.

Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of the characters. If they were mine, believe me, I'd have them to be shirtless all the time and they'd be all over each other in no time, but sadly, they aren't. So we are stuck with fanfictions to sate our thirst for that^.

PS: I don't know when I'll update the chapters, because I just finished writing the first one. Hopefully, you'll stay with me till the end :)

Enjoy and PLEASE R&R. We're expecting any kinds of reviews, but PLEASE be gentle. My old readers know how I get when someone says something mean.

Chapter 1: Welcome to Palisades Community College

"Are you nervous about your first day of uni, Sam?" asked Bobby as he looked down at the work that Dean was doing to a car.

"Kind of, yeah. I mean, it's my first day at the university. Of course I'm nervous."

"Nah, there's nothing to worry about, Sammy. You'll be great," Dean said as he stood up from his hunched up position to straighten his back. "You're gonna love it there; more than high school in fact. There are bunch of hot people on campus. Fair warning; don't you even think about looking at Cas or I'll skin you." It was Dean's second year at the University for Mechanics and mathematics; though he was literally zero in mathematics, he still loved working with cars and such. So he was fine with what he was studying.

"Dude, you've been after that guy for as long as I can remember. Why don't you be a big boy and make a first move?"

"Have you seen his brothers?"

"Don't tell me that his brothers scare you, Dean."

"No! They don't. They're just…creepy. I mean, have you seen Balthazar? Or Gabriel, even? They're big and menacing and and gah! Shut up, Sam." Dean grumbled and went back to his work as Sam laughed at his brother.

"Have you boys decided on how you're gonna pay for the uni?" asked Bobby as Sam calmed down from his laughing fit.

"Uhm..I got a scholarship, and Dean has a loan…I still don't know how you're gonna pay it back," said Sam and looked at Dean with a furrowed brow.

"I work and I have money, I can take care of it in no time." He said lightheartedly, but they both knew that it was just an act. He couldn't even afford to buy himself a new jacket (he was still wearing his dad's old battered leather jacket) and Sam, knowing better, didn't ask him more questions about it.

"What are you going to study then?"

"Commercial Law," said Sam. "It's the body of law that applies to the rights, relations, and conduct of persons and businesses engaged in commerce, merchandising, trade, and sales. It is often considered to be a branch of civil law and deals with issues of both private law and public law. I'd want to become a private lawyer, so I can help you with your business Bobby."

"Really?" asked Bobby. "Why wouldn't you choose a profession that you like or-"

Sam held up his hand, "Bobby! I want to study it. I like it. If I didn't like it, I wouldn't choose it in the first place."

Bobby just frowned and shook his head, muttering "idjit" under his breath. Sam only smiled at that. He was used to Bobby's outbursts. And he loved him no matter what. He was like the dad he never used to have.

John and Mary had died in a car crash 10 years earlier, leaving their kids homeless and parentless. Bobby had been willing to give them a home and a roof to stay till they were at the age when they could take care of themselves. While Dean dropped out of high school, half-way through the semester, Sammy never stopped going to school, because Dean demanded him. He wanted for Sam to have everything that he couldn't have. And an education was at the top of the list. When Sam graduated from high school he didn't go to university, saying that he wasn't ready to go and he wanted to find a job for him so he can help Dean out with some of the loans that they had.

Helping Dean with money actually gave him ideas of what he wanted to study. That's why he chose to become a Lawyer. After some heated arguments between the boys on the subject of studying (Dean forcing Sam to apply to university, Sam refusing), Dean agreed on whatever his brother wanted him to do and applied at the university. That only meant one thing: getting a student loan and not knowing when or how to pay it back. And Dean refused to let Bobby help him out a bit, being proud was a characteristic of Dean that he couldn't simply ignore.

When Dean got enrolled in university, Sam agreed to enroll the next year. When Dean asked why not this year, Sam's answer was simple "Because I need to study and get ready for the exams for the scholarship. If I fail those, I won't get the chance of actually going to university." Dean only rolled his eyes at his nerdy brother and walked out of the room.

That was a year ago, now it was time for Sam to go tomorrow. He was excited, nervous and couldn't wait for it to begin. He asked the usual questions to Dean, and received the same answer every time.

"Do the classrooms provide their students with the equipment they'll need?"

"If you mean if they have books scattered all over the place, then yeah, they do."

Sam ignored it and asked another question. "What do you think of the professors?"

"Like I said, they are all the same cold-hearted bitches that we knew from high school. There's no difference from the previous ones. But I really hate that Lit professor. He is an ass."

"Why do you say that?"

"Cos he's been giving me a hard time; he knows that I don't give a crap about his class but he still insists that I write a fucking essay for him. I don't like him. You saw what he looks like. Fucking creep."

Sam furrowed his brow, trying to remember what he looked like, "Is it the one with dirty blond hair, wide shoulders, tall-ish, and with glasses?"

"Yeah, that's the one. I hate him."

"He is hot," said Sam with a shrug which earned him a glare from his brother and a chuckle from Bobby.

"Alright boys, enough talk. Dean go back to work, Sammy, go and finish packing. Make sure you pack everything, not like this guy over here who came back here every day collecting something he forgot."

"Hey, it's not my fault I keep forgetting what I needed!"

Sam laughed at his brother and shook his head, "Alright I'll go and pack. Spaghetti for dinner?"

"Yeah, sure." Answered Bobby and smiled at Sam, as Sam nodded and walked out of the garage and into the house.

"Dean," Bobby said his fatherly tone at full force. "I want you to know that, even though you hate someone just because you do, that doesn't mean that you're going to force Sam do the same. Let him live his life. He will make friends in no time, you know how he is."

Dean sighed and wiped his hands over a towel. "Yeah I know Bobby, but I just…I don't want him to be friends with wrong guys."

"It's not really up to you to decide who is wrong and who is right for him, right? He'll know. And besides, it's his professor. I doubt there'll be anything between them other than student/teacher relation."

"Yeah," nodded Dean and sighed, going back to his work.

Sam looked at himself in the mirror and puffed out a breath of air that he was holding in. His hair was tousled, bangs covering his forehead. He was wearing his old gray t-shirt, with worn out jeans and sneakers. He had a light jacket on too. Despite the fact that it was only September, it was already cold outside, though it was sunny too. Sam checked his teeth again, nervously ruffled his hair and walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs where Dean was waiting for him.

"Ready?" asked Dean as he saw Sam. Sam only nodded.

Bobby was outside fixing the tires on the Impala. He stood up and looked down at his work. "She should run alright from now."

"Thanks Bobby," said Dean as he loaded the truck with their things. There were only 4 bags, two of them held Sam's possessions; which were mostly books. He walked the other way around the car and climbed in and started the car. "C'mon Sammy, we gotta go."

"Yeah coming," said Sam back as he hugged Bobby goodbye.

"Good luck, kiddo," Bobby muttered and Sam smiled at him.

He climbed in on the passenger seat and Dean took off. The car ride was mostly silent. Dean's music taste hasn't changed one bit. He still listened to Metallica, or AC/DC, or some other band. Sam didn't mind them, but he wished his brother would sometimes listen to other things too.

Sam sighed and looked out of the window. They were getting closer to the university and he couldn't help the rising butterflies that swamped inside his belly. What if he didn't blend in with the guys? What if they hated him just because he was a nerd? Well, he hoped that people wouldn't make fun of him because he really wanted to blend in.

He bit his lip as Dean rounded the corner and was at the university's parking lot. Dean cut off the engine and stepped out of the car, a big smile on his face as he greeted his friends. Sam took another deep breath, released it and stepped out of the car too. He looked around; there were bunch of people around, talking and laughing. He really hoped he would blend in with them someday. He walked around the car to the trunk and started to pull out their bags. A car passed by as Sam closed the trunk and he turned around to see who it was, as it stopped a car away from where they were. His mouth went dry as he saw who it was.

Lucifer Nichols stepped out of his car and shut the door after him. He looked down at his watch as he walked to the entrance to the university. Sam noticed that everyone was wary of him. So it wasn't only Dean who disliked him. Apparently, everyone disliked him for some reason. Sam couldn't be a judge of it yet, because he didn't know the guy. But he couldn't help and think just how attractive he looked. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and a leather jacket, his hair looked ruffled, his Ray Ban sunglasses looking awesome on his face, and his jeans were tight on him. Sam had a good look at it and then blushed and looked down, shaking his head to clear off the image of him.

He collected their bags and walked to Dean who was still talking to his friends; he dropped his bags down beside Dean, nodded to his friends and walked to the university. It was loud and filled with students and Sam had to take a moment to adjust to it.

A woman was standing in the middle of the hall and was giving instructions to the students on where their rooms were. Sam walked towards her and waited patiently for his turn.

"Name?"

"Sam Winchester."

The woman looked down at the sheets of paper and then found Sam's papers. "There you go. And," she dug into her purse and after a moment of search she pulled out a key and gave it to him. "Welcome to Palisades Community College," and smiled at him pleasantly.

Sam returned her smile and thanked her. He looked down at the keychain that said the number to his bedroom and he started to walk towards the stairs. It didn't take him a lot of time to find where his room was.

As he walked down the hall, it appeared that each room had two persons living there. He briefly wondered who his roommate was going to be, but his question was answered as he opened the door and walked in to see a scrawny looking guy, with big green eyes, long nose and large ears. He looked like a normal kid, but as Sam looked more closely it looked like that the guy was talking to a, well, sock.

Sam raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat to make his presence noticed. As soon as he made a noise the guy scrambled up to his feet and hid the sock in his pocket.

"Hey," he sounded cheerful and smiled like a 12 year old kid.

"Hi," replied Sam and walked into the room.

"I'm Garth," the kid held out his hand, and Sam shook it firmly.

"Sam."

"Woah, firm grip," Garth said as he flexed his fingers.

"Oh I'm sorry," Sam sounded worried but then Garth smiled up at him friendly.

"Nah, that's alright. Sooo, what do you have for the first period?"

"uhm, I don't know," Sam frowned and looked down at his papers and timetable, "oh it's Literature. And shit!" he looked down at his watch. It was 9:10 AM. He was late. "I gotta run I'm late. See you around Garth!" Sam said after his shoulder and took off down the hall in a run.

Late. He was late. Stupid, stupid, stupid! And to the literature class; Sam was going to be murdered. He looked down at the papers in his hand and fetched out the map of university and started to search the classroom. It was at the other side of the building. Sam groaned and run faster.

He got there in about 10 minutes, out of breath, with sweaty forehead and banged the door open. Thankfully, the professor wasn't in sight and Sam was about to sigh in relief and walk towards one of the open spots in the classroom to sit but then he saw Professor Nichols standing at the back of the classroom, leaning against it. He had a book in his hand and reading glasses on. Sam blinked at how different he looked from the man he saw earlier in the morning.

"You're late," his voice was soft, but it held a hard edge to it.

"I-I'm sorry, sir, it won't happen again."

"It's a good thing that it's your first day, or you would've earned yourself a week worth detention. Now sit." If Sam hadn't known better he would've thought that he sounded almost bored, but he wasn't. Sam nodded and walked to the middle of the class and sat down.

"Now that we are all present," said Nichols and started to walk towards the front of the classroom, "I'd like you to know that while I was extremely kind to the young man over here," he tilted his head towards Sam as he passed by him, "I'm not a kind person." He stilled them with his hard gaze. Sam felt goose bumps all over his body, but he ignored it, thinking that it was the effect of professor's gaze. "Now, as much as I dislike doing this, thinking that it is a pointless thing to do, I must do it anyway. You," he pointed a finger at Sam, who tensed, "Stand up." Sam did. "Name?"

Sam was sure that Nichols had all of their data on his desk, but he didn't point it out. "Sam Winchester, sir."

"Winchester?"

"Yes, sir."

Sam saw his eyes harden at the name. "You don't look 18. How old are you?"

Sam very much wanted to keep his age a secret, but the gaze was so intense that he felt himself answering truthfully to his question. "I'm 24, sir."

Nichols raised his eyebrows and the class erupted into a loud whispered conversations. Sam sat down, feeling embarrassed and exposed. He sighed and looked down at the papers in front of him; he realized that he didn't have any books or notebooks with him to write down on. He was thankful when Nichols moved to another person and tormented him with questions. He was grateful of him too that he didn't ask more questions.

It was only few minutes left to the class as Nichols assigned them with writing an essay. Sam memorized it, having nothing to write on. The bell rung and everyone started to talk and collected their stuff to go out.

"Winchester?" it was Nichols. "Stay behind." Sam only nodded and walked to the front of the class. As the last student left the class, it was quiet once more, and Sam found it eerie.

Nichols took his time, getting his desk cleaned up and all that stuff, and Sam just stood there, waiting for him. He wasn't sure if he should say anything, but he couldn't take the silence anymore. "Sir?"

"hm?" Nichols looked up and Sam had a moment of looking at his face when it wasn't guarded or anything until it was shut down again. "I noticed that you weren't so keen on answering to the question about your age. Why is that?"

Sam frowned and looked down. Nichols was different from the man that looked menacing a few minutes before. "I…I didn't want to reveal how old I was just yet, because…" he cleared his throat and looked up and found himself trapped in Nichols eyes again. They were green, light green, and they looked beautiful. Sam shook his head to clear off his mind from the thoughts and looked down as he answered. "I just wanted to blend in with the kids before they knew how old I was."

"Insecure?" asked Nichols and Sam nodded. "Why didn't you come in earlier?"

"My parents died in a car crash when I was younger. Me and my brother didn't have money to afford school. We found a job at our uncle's garage; he was kind enough to let us stay with him, so, we started to work with him, and we started to raise money. I didn't come in earlier just because of that." Sam didn't know why he was telling all this stuff to him, but as much as he was an ass, according to all the students at the school, he was trustworthy enough for Sam to tell him this much. It was surprising that Sam was trusting, because normally he was wary of people, he wouldn't open up to strangers. And Professor Nichols was a stranger to him, still.

"Interesting," was all he replied and stayed quiet. He was still looking at Sam; his face unreadable. Sam shifted. And then he asked, "How would you feel about taking some extra classes in Literature?"

Sam looked at him dumbfounded. "What?"

"Extra classes, after you're done with your classes," said Nichols.

"Why?"

"I don't always ask this of my students, so you think hard, because this is a once in a lifetime opportunity."

Sam would've thought it funny to hear someone say that sentence, but with Nichols, he was sure that it wasn't funny, but genuine. He knew that Nichols knew what his position was at school, what students thought of him, and him asking Sam about taking extra classes was something that he wasn't going to let down. So he found himself nodding and agreeing to Nichols.

"Excellent. We'll start tomorrow."

"Thank you, sir." Sam walked towards the door.

"Oh and Winchester? Next time try not to be late, because I will give you a week worth detention."

Sam nodded and left the classroom, feeling that hard gaze at the back of his head.